Cum
Sometimes your cum is really all I have on my mind. I know you're going to come for me, so it's really just a matter of time, right? You're so nice and hard for me already. Every little lick, every connection with my lips… It all just serves to push you to that moment. I feel you fast and loose with your hands, almost flailing uncontrollably sometimes as you hit the brink and feel it subside over and over again. Sure, yes, the joy's the ride and an orgasm should never be the be all and end all of a sexual encounter, but right now my brain just doesn't want to hear it. All I can imagine is your cum in my mouth. I want to taste it, to swallow it down, to feel it trickling down my throat in all its creamy glory. My lips pump you, my hands pump you and my throat pumps you, all in an effort to extract your pleasure. Everything feels like these flashes of white hot passion and pleasure. It know you you're getting close. Come for me. I want it. I want to feel your cum. Every spurt. Every drop. The anticipation of that moment of release is just as real and immediate for me as it is for you. Doesn't it turn you on to feel how badly I want your cum? Everything I do is because I'm in love with that moment where you cascade everywhere. As it happens, I savour it. That was incredible. Thank you. What an explosion.
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